The musky sweet smell I've come to recognize as Finn catches my attention and I nuzzle my head deeper into my pillow to get a better sniff. A hand runs along my exposed hip and pulls me closer so we're draped around one another."Finn?" I came home alone last night, but I'd recognize his smell anywhere."Who else would be in your bed this early in the morning?" He turns me to my back and looms overhead, his piercing green eyes searching for an answer. "Or ever?"Still groggy I push his head away with a hand and try to roll over to get back to my original position. I'm not even going to ask how he ended up in my apartment or what time he came over last night. Finn stops my movement and rolls me back again."No time, sleepy head. Things to do today and all that.""How are you so peppy this morning? When did you get here?" I give up on my attempt to roll over but pull the covers higher to save some of the heat all this back and forth has let out."We fixed the server cooling p
LOCAL ELLUSIVE BILLIONAIRE STEPS OUTThe Bay area is no stranger to high-profile rich philanthropic men and even a few women, but the newest kids on the block are here to play. The Boys of Raven Digital Arts held their first annual charity gala last night. Fifty select guests were invited to the $5,000 plate dinner at the company's new state of the art building in the Cow Hollow neighborhood. The event supported the RDA – Kids in Technology Scholarship Fund which provides tuition help to five worthy applicants in the field of Computer Science.Company owner, Finnegan McRyan, better known to some by his user name, RavenLord72 attended last night's festivities with a striking brunette on his shoulder (see picture on left). No word on who his date for the evening was, but she's hooked herself a good one.RavenLord72 and his company blasted into the bay area technical industry late last year when he sold Dragons Reborn to a prominent software company for a cool 2.6 billion dollars —
"In the paper, Finn. Everyone I know is texting me the link this morning. My own brother knew before I did. How long did you think you could keep it from me?" Despite my best effort to muster my fury, my words sound as broken as my heart feels."Listen, it's not what it sounds like. I'll explain everything. I'm coming home. I'll be there in less than thirty minutes. Wait for me. I'll tell you everything.""It's too late for you to tell me anything. I know what I need to know. I read it all in the paper!" Oh, there's the anger I wanted."I swear I was going to tell you, Aspen. I tried to tell you this morning, but I couldn't. I don't know what the paper said. I'm never in the paper. I purposely keep a low profile. It must have been because you were there as my date. I wouldn't have garnered any interest otherwise." Finn stumbles over his words.His attempt at false flattery pisses me off more. I can't find my earlier hurt any longer. My anger has consumed it. How stupid does Fin
I've talked Finn up for weeks. Now I have to tell my two closest friends how I've been played by a not-secret-to-anyone-but-us billionaire. I'm so stupid. The ride here was mostly quiet — no more than directions passed to our driver. It gave me too much time to reflect on my relationship over the last few weeks.There were so many times when Finn gave me a hint about his real life, either on purpose or unintentionally. I'll never know. So many chances for me to question him, but I never did. Baseball suites? The expensive necklace? Why didn't I at least ask him about his new apartment? I never received an answer to my questions about what he did at RDA. Now I can see how every answer was vague. Best friend or not — what regular employee would have access to a company car and driver as much as Finn did? I assumed at every corner. I was a stupid schoolgirl, too taken and acting like I had my first crush to notice the discrepancies around me. I fell right into the fake little world Finn
A streak the color of pumpkin flies toward me as my head jerks up. The soft material hits me in the chest and I grab it before the sweater falls to the ground."You made us come here. The least you could do is pretend to look at the clothes." Marissa, my assailant, battles me with her gaze from across the clothing rack. She's a bit formidable with one hand resting on a popped hip, her head cocked in my direction, and those squinty eyes raking over me.At least she would be if I didn't know her so well. Marissa is a kitten, all claws, but fluffy and distracted by shiny objects and string. "I'm pretty sure you made us come here as part of my therapy." I spot the silver sequined shirt right in time. "Here look at this." I pass the shirt in her direction.Marissa's eyes light up for a moment, but then she checks the tag and they fall. "It's a small. Don't try to distract me with pretty clothes, Aspen. It won't work."It was decided I needed some retail therapy so we're back in the
Marissa nods in agreement then keeps going with her advice. "I understand how you're feeling. I even understand why you're upset. I just think you'll get over it eventually, but by then it might be too late. The whole pride thing, like Amanda said." She grabs the end of my cart to stop my forward movement and waits until I meet her eyes."I'd hate for you to lose Finn over this. And not because of the money, but because he makes you happy. You can let your anger fester and ruin a good thing, a relationship that brought you more joy than I've seen from you in years. Or you can find it in yourself to move on and get over it. Trust me, Sweetie, there are much worse things a man can do to you than lie about having a few dollars in the bank."Marissa's reminder of her own failed relationship brings tears to my eyes. How stupid can my entire situation be compared to what she's had to deal with in the last few weeks? Once again I wish I had hit Cody with that glass.I move to the jean j
The light blue fabric of my brother's couch is soft and comfortable as I stretch out on it. I need to enjoy this now because with a new baby on the way, I worry what will be on this piece of furniture when dirty diapers enter into the equation. My white plain t-shirt inches up and I stuff it into my fleece pajama pants.I've been forced to leave work a little earlier each day to avoid the black Escalade sitting out front. I can't be certain it's there for me since I haven't seen Jake in the driver's seat, but I don't want to take my chances. At ten after five, I didn't expect Rebecca or Ben to be home already, but Rebecca met me at the door when I walked in a few minutes ago.She's making noise in the kitchen, but besides the quick hello as I passed coming through the front door, we haven't spoken. Their condo is bright with all the windows and open floor plan between the kitchen and living room, but the space feels heavy with my mood. I bring down the atmosphere wherever I am."
Six o'clock ticks past on the large wood-framed clock in the lobby of my building. The sound mixes with the scuffle of my tennis shoes on the tile floor as I walk to the stairwell. The muscles in my legs scream on each step up. Walking everywhere this week has taken a toll. My whole body needs a weekend at home to recuperate.With no need to rush out of work early to avoid a certain black Escalade, I stayed later to make up hours. Yet, even after reminding myself plenty of times not to expect Jake to be waiting outside for me, I couldn't stop the letdown I experienced when he wasn't there. I knew better. With the lack of flowers, lunch time delivery, and that cold, to-the-point text, Finn and I are officially over. He's done with me. Whether it was trying to get me back or an attempt at expunging his guilt, he's over it now. The small speck of hope I'd been holding on to flew down the street as I started toward home.I no longer need to avoid Finn at our place... um, my place so I'